Hittin' It Out the Park (20 page)

“Another thing . . . I think you're a really sweet girl. You're nothing like the way people try to make you out to be.”

“People shouldn't judge another person until they know them,” she said with a weary sigh, and then suddenly brightened. “I'm glad we're becoming friends, Randy. I don't know anyone in New York and the players' wives have a clique . . .” Her words trailed off and she briefly dropped her gaze. She looked up and said, “I've tried to make friends with the ladies, but I guess I'm not sophisticated enough to be in their inner circle.”

Randy scowled. “You've got plenty of sophistication as far as I'm concerned. You're smart and pretty . . . well-dressed. I think some of the wives might view you as a threat.”

“Why? Yusef and I are getting engaged soon, and after the season ends, we're getting married. So, if anyone thinks that I'm trying to steal their husband, they're mistaken.”

“You and Yusef are getting married?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Wow. Congratulations . . . I suppose.”

“You suppose?”

Randy shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Wanna hear the rest of my confession?”

“There's more?” she asked with laughter.

He nodded. “I wish my feelings for you were like a big brother's, but to be honest, I'm attracted to you. And it's not only about your looks. You're beyond attractive and desirable and everything, but there's something else about you. Something that makes my heart beat fast when I'm near you. I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help the fact that I want you.”

“But what about Cheryl? Aren't you in love with your wife?”

“Of course. I love her to death. That's why these feelings are so confusing.” Frowning, Randy pushed away the plate containing his partially eaten sandwich and interlocked his fingers.

Sexy ran a gentle hand over Randy's tightly entwined hands. “I have feelings for you, too. Deep feelings. But I respect the sanctity of marriage so much that I'm willing to accept that we can only be friends.”

“But, the thing is, I'm in an open marriage.”

“Really?”

“Well, maybe not quite an open marriage, but my wife is pretty open. We have threesomes all the time, and Cheryl usually picks the girls that she knows I'm attracted to. But for some strange reason, she has a problem with you.”

Hit with enlightenment, Sexy nodded her head knowingly.
That bitch, Cheryl is scared of me because she knows she can't puppeteer me and pull my strings. When I fuck her husband, it's not gonna be for fun and games or for her entertainment. Hell, no! When I fuck Randy Alston, I'll be playing for keeps!

“Do you think I'm a bad guy for admitting that I want to get with you, even though I know that my wife won't approve?”

“I don't think you're a bad guy. I want you, too, but we have to agree on something.”

Randy gave her his full attention.

“We can't be involved in any type of ongoing affair. That would be wrong as hell and unfair to Cheryl and Yusef.”

“I agree.”

“Okay, so as long as you're one hundred percent certain that Cheryl is the one you love, I don't think a one-time fling with me will affect your marriage or my relationship with Yusef.”

“You're so wise and understanding. How did I luck up like this?”

“We have to get what we feel for each other out of our systems, and then move on with our lives.”

“You don't have to say another word; let's get out of here.”

*  *  *

Their room at the W hotel was all kinds of luxurious, but neither Sexy nor Randy had time to check out the features of the beautifully appointed room, when they were busy shedding their clothes.

Standing in the middle of the room, Randy pulled Sexy into his arms. His calloused palms stroked her hips and thighs, and squeezed her ass. “You are so beautiful,” he declared, tilting her chin up and then kissing Sexy with all the passion he possessed.

He guided her to the bed, and gently nudged her onto her back. She was right about his big 'Bama dick. It was much bigger than Yusef's and it swung like a heavy pendulum between his muscled thighs. He climbed on top of her, his mouth seeking out her breasts, and Sexy reached for his dick, yearning to feel its warmth and smooth texture.

She clutched his manhood, enjoying the feeling as it pulsed inside her fist. Randy released a deep, guttural moan. “I gotta get inside you,” he mumbled as he repositioned himself, holding his dick at the base and aiming it at her moist opening.

Normally, Sexy would expect lots of foreplay from her partner: pussy eating, ass licking, and titty sucking. But she felt the same sense of urgency as Randy. The sexual tension between them was so strong, Sexy shuddered beneath Randy and cried out, “Fuck me, baby, please. I want you so bad.”

He plunged into her pussy with long, deep strokes. Sexy tightened her muscles, possessively holding him captive inside her velvety walls.

“Oh, baby, what you doing to me?” Randy groaned. “It feels like you're trying to milk the cum out of me. I'm not gonna last long if you keep this up.”

Reluctantly, she released him from her grip, and offered him a wet pussy that was relaxed and wide open, and willing to accommodate him. Randy's dick seemed big enough to rip her in two, but she didn't care. She wanted him to take her—to beat up her pussy with a savage pounding.

“Harder,” she demanded as Randy delved deeply, and she could feel his dick inside her, throbbing and pulsing, and growing impossibly harder.

“Goddamn, Sexy. Your pussy is so good. Sexy! Baby! Oh, Sexy, baby!” He power-fucked her, yelling her name with each deep stroke. The pressure of his dick embedded inside her like a hunk of steel, increased the throbbing sensation in her clit, bringing her passion to a feverish pitch.

An orgasm was building, but she fought against it. She wasn't ready, and so she struggled to keep it at bay. The pebbled tips of her nipples were so sensitive, she could feel the breeze from the air conditioner caressing her nipples like a feather-soft tickle.

Their sweat-slick bodies rubbed together, and they both emitted guttural noises that sounded barely human. On fire, Sexy's inner muscles involuntarily clenched and unclenched convulsively against the onslaught of Randy's thick, ramming appendage.

“I'm gonna bust if you don't stop squeezing my dick like that,” Randy warned.

“Pinch my nipples,” she instructed. And the moment he did, she was consumed by a powerful orgasm that rocketed through her system. Unable to control herself, she screamed out in pleasure—a primal sound that was loud and long.

Following suit, Randy howled as he flooded her with semen. The warm, sticky fluid spurted into her, filling her, and marking her as his woman.

Held in Randy's strong arms, she snuggled into his body. “That was so good,” Sexy whispered.

“Yeah, it was.” Randy's words sounded hollow, like they held no real meaning.

Sexy sat up and peered at Randy. “What's wrong, baby?”

He pressed the heels of his palms against his forehead and groaned in anguish. “I never cheated on my wife before and I feel sick to my stomach with guilt.”

Sexy's first impulse was to slap the shit out of Randy for acting like a pussy, but having long-term plans for the two of them, she had to control her temper and think rationally. “I feel bad, too,” she disclosed. “But since Cheryl knows you've been with other women, and since you love Cheryl with all your heart, it's not as if you did anything to hurt her.”

“I know, but Cheryl has always been there when I was with other women, and . . .” He shook his head. “I already messed up by calling her your name.”

“You did?” Sexy asked delightedly.

“I don't know what came over me, but I had you on my mind while she was giving me head.”

“Wow.” Sexy couldn't think of anything else to say. This was exciting news and she was struggling to contain her sheer glee.

“Cheryl is an open-minded person, and she doesn't consider it cheating as long as she's involved and can see exactly what I'm doing. But she would never be okay with me having sex with another woman unless she was able to watch me like a hawk.”

Sexy rubbed Randy's arm to console him. “You're a standup guy, Randy. And under the circumstances, I think you should be true to yourself and get it off your conscience.”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that I think you should go home and confess.”

Randy scowled at Sexy as if she were crazy. “You think I should tell my wife that I was creeping?” He laughed and shook his head. “Are you trying to get me killed or something?”

Sexy shrugged. “I'm merely saying, if your marriage is based on honesty, I think you'll feel better if you man-up and tell Cheryl that you slipped up. She loves you, Randy, so it's not as if she's gonna kick you out of the apartment and file for a divorce. From a woman's perspective, I think she's not only going to forgive you, but she's also going to have a newfound respect for you for coming to her like a man.”

Randy pondered Sexy's words for a few moments, and then looked at her. “I think you're right.” He got out of bed and went into the bathroom and began running the shower. Sexy thought about joining him, but decided against it.

If my plan works the way I think it will, I'll have the rest of my life to take showers with my husband, Randy.
Giggling softly, she rose from the bed and went through Randy's pockets. Purely for the hell of it, she lifted several hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. Bored while waiting for him to emerge from the shower, she looked around the room, taking in the décor and ambiance. When her eyes settled on Randy's gold and platinum link bracelet that he'd placed on a tabletop, she took in a sharp breath. Powerless to control her klepto tendencies, she immediately stalked across the room and stuffed the costly piece of jewelry inside her handbag.

Before exiting the hotel, Sexy pocketed all the Bliss products from the basket in the bathroom. It wasn't that she needed extra toiletries, but oh, how she loved accumulating mementoes, particularly those acquired with a five-finger discount. And this momentous evening that she'd spent with Randy Alston—this night that would alter not only the course of her life, but also Randy's and Cheryl's—was truly a night to remember.

“H
oney, you've been acting strange all day.” Cheryl put down the
Vogue
magazine she was reading, and patted the bed next to her. “Come tell wifey what's bothering you.”

Randy gave a sheepish smile, but shook his head, sitting down on the divan near the bedroom window. “I'm okay, babe.”

Cheryl propped herself up on her arm. “No, you're not. But . . . well, if you're ready to talk about it, I'm here, okay?”

When Randy didn't answer, Cheryl shrugged and grabbed her magazine and started flipping through the pages again, making a mental note to give the agency that represented her a call soon. She had cut down on her modeling gigs since getting married, but was considering getting back into the swing of things. She figured she'd stop once she got pregnant, but she might as well do a couple of jobs in the meantime—especially since it didn't appear that she was going to get pregnant anytime soon. She'd gotten off the pill as soon as they married—but so far no good. But, in a way, maybe that was a good thing. With her luck, she figured, she might have another demon child like that damn Sexy Sanchez. Merely thinking about it gave her the shivers. But she had to chance it. Though she acknowledged she probably didn't have a maternal bone in her body, she knew how badly Randy wanted to start a family.
And let's face it
, she'd said to herself,
it wouldn't hurt to have a little marital insurance.

“Cheryl?”

She looked up, and to her surprise Randy was looking at her with tears in his eyes. She quickly got up and walked over to sit next to him. “What's wrong, Randy?” she said, softly caressing his cheek.

He wiped at the corners of his eyes, and then paused a few seconds before speaking. “Baby, I messed up.”

“What do you mean,” she said soothingly.
Oh, please don't tell me. Please, no!

“Cheryl,” Randy said urgently, grabbing her hands in his. “You know I love you, don't you?”

Oh, God no. Please, no!
“Of course I do, Randy. Tell me what's got you so upset.”

“Well, I—” He dropped her hands and looked away. “I—”

“Randy, you know you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, we can work it out.”
But it better not be what I think it is.

“I really hope so,” Randy said, wiping his eyes.

“Of course, we can,” Cheryl said, putting her arms around Randy. “Unless, of course, you're going to tell me that you fucked Sexy Sanchez.”

“Huh?” was all Randy could say.

“Because that's the one thing I'm sure you know would hurt me to the core.” Cheryl kissed Randy's neck. “And you promised you would never, ever hurt me.”

She stood up and walked over to her vanity, knowing without looking, that Randy was watching her. She sat down on the cushioned seat and began brushing her hair in the mirror. The silence in the room was deafening. After she counted a hundred strokes, she put the brush down. Reaching for her mascara, she began putting on makeup. First she did her eyes, then applied blush, and a deep shade of burgundy lipstick. She then picked up her two-hundred-dollar-an-ounce French perfume, and sprayed her neck and her wrists. Finished, she smiled at her image in the mirror, then stood up, turned, and hurled the large bottle of perfume at Randy with all her might.

“Cheryl!” Randy shouted, ducking just in time. The bottle missed him, but smashed into the window. “Baby,” he said, looking at the shattered glass pane, then Cheryl, and then the window. “What are you—” The heavy metal jewelry box hit him smack in the middle of his forehead. The lock on the box opened and dozens of diamond, pearl, and ruby earrings spilled onto the carpeted floor. Randy tried, unsuccessfully, to dodge the picture frame containing their wedding picture. The corner cut into his right temple, and blood immediately started oozing from the large gash. Cheryl picked up another perfume bottle and was taking aim when Randy yelled, “For God's sake, Cheryl, stop!”